Weaving the threads

Fiction (not my usual genre)

“Look!  There’s a staircase behind this door.  Let’s explore!”

“It’s a bit dark.  I hope there aren’t any spiders.”

“Come on!  There’s a skylight; it’s better up here!

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in an attic before.”

“I wonder what’s in that chest.”

“Let’s see…”

“Whatever is that?”

The children had no idea what they had found.  There were two of them.  At one end there was smoothed wood and then some metal.  They took them down the stairs to ask their parents.


Martha sat looking at the church records.  She could see several entries with the name she was looking for.  Where to begin?  How would she know that she had the correct family.  It was the most usual surname in that area.  Why did everyone call their son John?


“Mum, what does that sign say? A-R-B-O-R-E-T-U-M.”

“Arboretum.  It’s a tree garden.  We’ll see lots of different sorts of trees.”

It was a family outing.  They did see many different species of tree, but they didn’t find a shoe tree or a family tree!

Today’s prompt is from 365 days of Writing Prompts:-

Weaving the threads

Draft a post with three parts, each unrelated to the other, but create a common thread between them by including the same item — an object, a symbol, a place — in each part.

Another blogger’s response to the same prompt.